Chen Shichong chuckled as he spoke, his eyes gradually turning blood-red, until he was roaring.
"When I rose up against the Beishan Household, just as I was about to die and see all my efforts come to nothing, it was you again. You became the Sacred Land's Holy Son, and a single word from you could wipe the Beishan Household's ancestor out of existence. How useless I was, how insignificant..."
Poor Chen Shichong, a prodigy blessed by heaven. His extraordinary gifts had made him competitive from birth, yet he had spent his entire life under the pressure and shadow cast by his brother.
"You can cultivate the Devil Race's supreme art, so why can't I devour a Heavenly Demon Body! Why can't I cultivate the Blood Demon Dao!"
Listening to Chen Shichong's furious roars, Mu Bai felt his heart wrench and let out a heavy sigh.
"Shi Chong, I'm sorry. We're brothers for this life and forever. I'm sorry I overlooked your feelings."
Looking into Chen Shichong's eyes, Mu Bai sincerely apologized to him, then steeled his heart and made his decision.
"Listen to me. We're men who stand tall between heaven and earth. We don't need to devour others to borrow their strength. Relying on ourselves, we can still reach the very peak."
As he spoke, the Qi and Blood throughout Mu Bai's body stirred. His entire body gradually grew until he stood a hundred zhang tall, a perfect Heavenly Demon Body, azure-blue and clear.
Not knowing what Mu Bai intended to do, Chen Shichong fell silent and looked up at him. Gusu Wan'er was even more shocked. She had seen the Qingtian Demon Body and knew that such an azure-blue, clear Demon Body was the direction of cultivation the Blood River Demon Valley had long sought in vain.